My Life in a few words or less…

Working 9-5

Dolly Parton did say it best. With just 4 working days left, I find myself giddy with the idea that I will not have to ‘work’ for a whole year. That’s 365 days not in an office, not in a cubicle, not worried about checking email, not going to meetings. Glorious. This is not to say that I hate my job and cannot wait to get away, quite the opposite. I enjoy what I do, and more importantly I enjoy the people I work with. Sometimes it is the only time I get to see some of my closest friends. So I probably will miss some of it…

But… knowing that the days are numbered, it is quite difficult to stay focused. Couple that with what I am calling pregnancy brain – you ladies who have been pregnant know, when you completely have no idea what the person is talking about, even though you had asked them to come and see you in the first place… where was I going with this?

As D-day gets closer, and I get bigger, a lot of people have been asking me if I am excited. They tend to leave the question open ended, so my response has been “Not sure if I am excited to actually pop this sucker out of me, but I am quite excited to not have to go to work!” My enthusiasm is probably slightly exagerated (perhaps it is a cover for being nervous about the intensity of the process of popping a baby out). I have tried to plan it so that I will have 2 weeks off before Big Mac is due to arrive, so what’s probably going to happen is that I am going to be so bored by day 2 that I am going to want to go to work.

Ah well, I will trade my emails with folding baby clothes, meetings with manicures, my cubicle and computer with the deck and a good book, and really work on my ‘nesting’.